The immense profundity of thought in vulgar locutions, like holes dug by generations of ants.
Charles BaudelaireAnd, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!
Charles BaudelaireThe immense profundity of thought in vulgar locutions, like holes dug by generations of ants.
Charles BaudelaireAnd, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!
Charles Baudelaire